I talk a lot about myself. This is completely normal as I am the most important creature in the world. But let me introduce you now to my family.
The big shepherd, Zappa, is a crossbreed Scottish Collie x German Shepherd. Character is collie. She’s way too smart. I like her, and she protects me, but I hate it when she waves with her tail. That hurts! When I just knew her for a few weeks, I tried to attack her tail, but she even doesn’t show one blink of her eye. Nothing moved. As this is no fun, I stopped with doing that. She’s useful, and that’s it.
The little short legged sausage doggie is Fonzie, crossbreed Stafford x ???? (name a few breeds and it will always be right). It seems like he’s assembled with some spare parts who don’t really fit together, but it’s all sausage to him. He doesn’t have any complexes. I like him the most. And he also protects me. The best is that I can play with him, he’s such an idiot!!! Easily distracted, not a clue about strategies. He really shows my superiority.
And then you have ‘Mum’ and ‘Dad’. Of course they are not my Mum and Dad. But because they have 3 children (who already left the house), they will always be Mum and Dad. Let’s keep it like that. They are musicians and both (certainly Dad) completely nuts. As I am adopted, I am not responsible for their behaviour.